You came running, throbbing like wild cat,
Your paws made and done those
Sinister landscapes on my breast,
You crushed those self identities
‘’Oh! Can you….?’’
The definite eloquence is now obscure, far,
When these leaves of veils are drawn, left blisters
Quickly amazed my inborn, dearest desires,
That left perceived and now it is in,
Every truth is too serious, to deal
Is certainly out ofreached or not,
After those fine talking,
I felt myself broken winged, or caught,
Before those theatrical madness
That I shall call hereafter few lines or few drops,
And the reminiscence of my final fantasy.

By Koushik Adhikari